[ He's so unsure. He's told people before, about how he hated what he'd become— what he's yet to become— and he's met with the same sort of answers: he will always be him; the him here and now is the one that's real.

Ryoji shakes these muddled thoughts out of his head, placing everything down onto the ground so his hands can find his pockets and not do any more damage that he already has done. ]

It's hard accepting everything, when there's always an urge to fix what's wrong. But it's not wrong, is it... It just is what it is. The same with you. Can I ask what your "truth" is?